But then which was worse? She suddenly felt the chieftain’s cock pressed against her as it thrust forward again, only this time it was held in place so that it could not slip. Being spit through the back with a spear or being spit from behind by something softer yet perhaps just as deadly? Whoever had put the structure in place had taken great care to make sure that the material was stretched taught at every point. The peg. If he had his way, and if she survived, all she had to look forward to was being sold off so that another centaur could take her, and so on. The canvas of the tent quickly caught flame as she touched the brand to it. “Will it be a… monster, like them?”
“It will be a centaur. “What do you want me to say?” she choked out. Whoever had put the structure in place had taken great care to make sure that the material was stretched taught at every point. “And you’ll be delighted to see that her top
